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“I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.”

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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What do you do when the person you think is your soulmate wants nothing to do with you?

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* bleeding words *

I want words to dance and stir

long after they’ve been read

I want words which make my toes

curl and awaken the butterflies

within the bottom layer of my depths

I want words which rip

my fucking heart out

and leave the ink bloodlets

dripping down my thighs

I want to feel the conviction

of every syllable -

both the sting and hiss of your truths

I want the dripping passion to kiss the depths

of sensual desire as well as dive deeply

into the felt pain

let me feel your fire

don’t give me butterflies and rainbows

life can hurt like hell and kick your ass

around every corner

fucking bleed

that-

that is poetry

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It's been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Shaken.

“I love you but I do not feel safe to love you. Do you understand? My heart, it does not feel safe. It feels as though it has the tip of one hundred knives pressed against it. One wrong move and it will be sliced to pieces. So it beats ever-so quietly. Loves you ever-so silently. It buys you mangoes. Kisses your cheek. Reaches for your hand but does not grasp it too tightly. It waits for the knives to recede.”

Sue Zhao

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I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bnmxfld)

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Yeah, you don’t wanna look in there, promise.

Tip Jar

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “Excerpts from the Book Earthly Signs”

﹙Text ID: I want to be destroyed in you, that is, I want to be you. But you are no longer in yourself; you are already entirely in me.﹚

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Like Breeze

In just a few weeks time you touched my soul, made my heart wholly happy and showed me the feeling of home. 

How, in such a short time, were we sure that we are meant to be? Nothing compares to the heartsore I felt realizing you’re not ready for me. 

Now there is nothing but hope for your happiness and success. I pray that when you’ve found yourself, our paths will cross again.